Chapitre 557: An Ominous World

5 hours later, everyone stepped out of the tomb with dull faces. 

"Sir, sir! Are you hurt? Do you need assistance?"

Those who were painting waiting for them here were already jumping towards them with all their might. 

They were happy to see everyone in tip top shape, with no registered deaths, but it still made them feel uneasy, especially after watching the group come out with heavy faces. 

Did they miss something? 

Has the animal/worm insect underground been killed or not? 

(?w?)

Everyone outside had a thousand questions, but dared not cough them all out at once.

Never in their lives have they seen their superiors look so ashen and pale.

"Please sirs, madams, parch your throats with this."

Several people hurried to their superior's sides, with thin and slender sandy camouflage box-shaped military water containers.

Unscrewing the top, many took big sips, still saying nothing.